[The world cannot be separated into the good-enough and the not-good-enough. No matter how hard we try to do so.
If you felt ashamed, alone, apart recently, this post is for you.
When I was a girl my best friend was Sarah. She was tiny and perfect. Every grown-up loved her. Her parents kept a shrine of violins, starting with the smallest, tiniest one that she had played on, and adding new ones as she grew …]